Commercial break: You know when the producers of The Sentinel realized they needed someone to play a grim-faced federal agent who waves around a gun a lot and looks incredulous at every single plot twist, how long do you think it took Kiefer Sutherland's phone to ring? Forty seconds? Twenty? I have a bet with the missus.

Back in the cell block, Westmoreland is showing off a pocket-watch containing a baby picture of his daughter to C-Note and talking sadly about the heartache of outliving both your spouse and daughter. The latter has a week, maybe two to live, Westmoreland reminds us. Since no scene of human suffering is complete without T-Bag, in saunters the man himself to utter this show's recurring catchphrase: "We've got a problem." T-Bag informs his fellow team members that Chateau de Scofield is about to get a new resident who, sadly, doesn't find the leaky toilet to his meticulous standards. "They move that toilet," T-Bag begins. "They find the hole," Westmoreland says. These two must really clean up in those prison-wide Password competitions I hear so much about.

C-Note scoffs when he learns that the cell has commanded a $200 asking price. "You had me scared there for a second," he says, before seeking out Geary to make a counter-offer of double the price. Geary tells C-Note he's getting $250 -- wasn't that $200 before the commercial break? -- making the going rate $500. "Ain't a problem," C-Note replies confidently.

It's crafts time in the Whack Shack, where Michael is busily working on something at a table, keeping one eye on Haywire and the other on the guards. When the guards take a well-timed powder -- Fox River Prison: We Never Let Down Our Guard Except for When We Do -- Michael beats feet over to Haywire and begins to lead him away. Haywire understandably wants to know where he's being led off to; "It's a surprise," Michael replies. And boy howdy, is it ever -- I'd say being shoved into a supply closet and forced to vomit is the very definition of a surprise, though not exactly a pleasant one (for Haywire or the home viewer). I guess the craft Michael was working on was ipecac. But at least that nasty pill is out of Haywire and shimmering with the other contents of his stomach on the supply closet floor.

Linc is lounging about in solitary when a guard informs him that he's got a phone call -- it's L.J. and it's an emergency. That rouses Linc out of his stupor -- or, since this is Dominic Purcell, into a less noticeable state of stupor than we're accustomed to seeing. L.J. is not exactly a ray of sunshine over the phone: "I don't care what happens to me anymore, okay? They won. They'll always win. I just wanted to take one of them down with me." And a bang-up job you did, too, there, kid -- Kellerman must have gone through two, maybe three dish towels stopping the bleeding from that surface wound you inflicted on him.